I'll eat up all your crackers and your licorice

100 Words about Baseball

Why I Love Baseball

There is no clock
90 feet between bases is genius
There are secret signs
Hanging curveballs are sexy
Numbers are magic: 755, 56, 7, 61, 1.12
Tinker to Evers to Chance
Ivy at Wrigley
The Green Monster
The suicide squeeze
Cracker Jack
Walt Whitman liked it
Jackie Robinson and Pee-Wee Reese
It just feels American
The seventh-inning stretch
Superstition
Guys in tight pants
Bull Durham
Centerfield
There’s no crying in baseball
Cooperstown
A great play at the plate
Chatter
Pepper
High socks
Tradition
Spring training
Keeping score
The rubber game
The infield fly rule
162 chances

Become a Fan

CKU

Three hours until S will be here to pick me up for the drive to Boston. Am I ready to go? No. I have my clothes mostly packed, but I haven't pared down my scrapbook supplies, nor have I found the appropriate bag in which to carry them. I'm tempted to just bring the bigass Crop-in-Style which is still loaded up from Craft Weekend, but I know I won't use all that stuff, and I don't know that there will be room in the car. (Sue and I are joined by her 7-month old son and her 21-year old daughter who is coming along to care for her little brother during the day -- I'm trying to go for economy of baggage.)

I also have to decide what knitting supplies to take with me. How sad is it that I'm going to this expensive scrapbooking workshop* and all I can think about is finishing the booga bag?